Текст песни
(Feng)
It's gotta be soul to soul, not flesh to flesh
What you are is what you let inside of you, so be protective
So think twice when you think about linkin' your best friend
Your spirit dies when you give up your body to wastemen
Have standards, my darling
Decline when you see it calling
You're fine and I see you bawling
When they cut off your wings, you're falling
You're a bird, albatross, so you can't afford it
I see you whining in nightclubs, gettin' lit in Shoreditch
Don't let no man call you their bitch
Just have some fun until you see the sun
Smoke that blunt and get home safe
I'm praying for you that you find Yahweh
Too much wine, drunk on the central line
I hope that you're fine, if not, call my line
I can't lose you, girl, we need you in this life
Live fast, die young, but I don't want you to die
It's gotta be soul to soul, not flesh to flesh
What you are is what you let inside of you, so be protective
So think twice when you think about linking your best friend
Your spirit dies when you give up your body to wastemen